Chapter 203: Half a Page of a Book
For the second time, Saul uses the method provided by Morton to force open the basement door.
The sorcery spell formation covering the gate immediately produced a wave of magical power. This fluctuation went from weak to strong, and then from strong to weak, and finally the spell array completely failed.
The spell formation that had accompanied Ralph Manor for decades became history along with its original owner.
Saul reached out his hand and lifted the gate completely with a slight force.
A stream of yellowish-white intertwined smoke then drilled out of the door.
Saul waved his hand, intending to wait for the smoke to dissipate before going in, but he realized that there were obvious cracks in the walls of the basement.
After the sorcery protection lost its effectiveness, this battered basement would also meet its end.
The smoke wasn't too toxic, it just smelled full of grease, making people not want to eat again for three days.
Saul followed the entrance and jumped to the ground, "snapping" and stepped on a sticky foot.
One side of the wall by the girl arm ladder has disappeared, think it is the dying struggle of the human face worms, did not give up any opportunity to replenish energy, will be those decorations as a reserve food eaten.
"Evil!" The temperature in the room was even thicker than at the door, and he covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, picking clean places to step through.
Arriving at the pre-arranged spell that would allow him to extract the grudges, Saul narrowed his eyes at Ralph, who had eventually collapsed here, not in the shape of a worm.
He could vaguely still see Ralph's deformed face from the puddle of yellow grease in the spell formation.
And the arm that had grown on him before was nowhere to be seen.
Saul checked once with his spiritual power, and the puddle of grease had no spiritual fluctuations, no magical fluctuations.
No breath of life could be felt.
"Finally dead? After being hit with a Bead of Flame and sprinkled with a targeted antidote, I can't believe I've lasted this long. No wonder the diary said I'd die ten deaths against a big bug."
He squatted down and placed a magic crystal on the edge of the spell.
Instantly, as if it had been injected with a soul, the entire spell formation operated, raising a circle of white flames.
This flame burned on the ground and gradually filled the entire interior of the spell formation like a stream of water. It also gradually covered the entire piece of grease.
However, as the white flames continued to burn, Saul, who was standing by the side, frowned more and more tightly.
In addition to burning, there was no other reaction in the spell formation.
"This is also ... too clean, right?"
There was no sight of Ralph's soul, and even the souls of those ordinary people who had been devoured by Ralph didn't appear.
Creating no Ralph's resentful spirits could still be said to be due to the other party's strong spiritual power and this small spell's lack of ability. But how come even the spirits of those mercenaries couldn't be seen?
The white flames hadn't been able to wait for their rightful prey, and began to die out a little after the magic crystal energy was depleted.
Finally the entire spell formation slowly dimmed under Sol's helpless gaze.
"Hoo... though I've already made preparations in my heart, but there's really nothing, it's still a bit disappointing."
Saul spat out a breath, this time it would be considered a waste of time, anyway, it's not uncommon to fail at doing experiments.
However, just as Saul turned around, ready to leave before the basement completely collapsed, suddenly there was a black light, flying out from a collapsed shelf, flying straight into the diary on Saul's left shoulder.
"What?" Saul was taken aback.
He set up a large spell formation, and consumed magic crystals to engage in the formation without the slightest feedback, as a result, he was enough to give up, but in the shelves outside the spell formation, accidentally sent to capture a soul consciousness.
The diary knows what Saul is thinking, flew to him in front of the spread.
However, the black pages that appeared this time were incomplete, or rather, only half the size of a sheet of paper.
"In the past, the black pages were uneven at the edges and looked much rougher than the white pages, but I didn't expect that I would obtain a half-sheet this time. Could it be that there will be a quarter sheet in the future? Playing Scrabble Yuzu?"
Sol let out a breathless spit.
The timing wasn't right, and he didn't launch into a question right away. Seeing that ash was already starting to fall from his head, he knew it was time to leave now.
Yet again the unexpected happened.
Just as Saul ran below the basement door, a strange sound suddenly appeared behind him above the originally incomparably quiet phalanx.
Saul subconsciously turned around to look, and saw a bizarre spirit of extremely large size hovering above the spell formation.
The spirit was like a huge bubble made up of many small bubbles, being rubbed by a pair of big invisible hands, writhing non-stop.
The sound of the foam being squeezed and deformed was emitted.
A mutilated spirit body burrowed out of the surface of the foam, revealing a face with five missing features.
With a horrifying expression, he opened his mouth to Sol, but before he could say anything, he was pulled back by an irresistible force.
And Saul could clearly see him being engulfed and crushed by the foam in horror.
Turned into an equally tiny bubble.
"What is this again? Could it be that Ralph's soul was contaminated and alienated?"
If it really was Ralph's soul in front of him, then Saul would have to give up on the idea of including it in his diary.
After all, a soul that looked like this had already been completely contaminated anyways, without the slightest bit of sanity to speak of. "Diary, can I try to take a shot at this strange spirit?"
Diary: screw it go ahead.
"Fine." Sol gave up decisively.
He looked up at the exit, three meters away from him, and tried to get Algae to carry him out.
However, just as Little Algae flew out, the contaminated spirit body behind Saul, which was still quite stable, suddenly began to tremble violently, like boiling water about to boil.
Countless voices of wailing and pleading for help drilled into Saul's ears in an instant, and then desperately pushed their way into his brain.
Like being punched by an unseen hand, Saul's entire body fell backwards uncontrollably.
At the same time, the wailing in his head changed again, turning into thousands and thousands of people talking to him at the same time.
Buzz ...
Buzzing ...
Some of those languages were sane, some were crazy, and some were sad ... Saul couldn't hear the specifics of what they were telling him at all, but he could feel the emotions of each person in those voices.
Yes, every single one.
"Buzz–"
There was a violent tremor, and the necklace on Saul's chest that had pierced into his skin began to tremble at a high frequency.
It was as if someone was desperately knocking on the door inside Saul's body, trying to break the "lock" that was locking the door!
"Ka-la…"
The puppet cracked directly from the top of its head, revealing the small flame sealed inside.
The people in Saul's head were suddenly much quieter, most of them shutting up, with only a few still chattering.
He knew this was the chance the temporary locator had helped him get, and rushed out the door without looking back.
The small algae flung itself out like a flying hook and nailed itself to the wall outside, turning directly into a rope to raise Saul out of the basement.
And as soon as Saul landed on the ground, he felt the ground underneath his feet crumbling with the entrance as the center.
He immediately scattered his legs and ran wildly.
The diary didn't hint that Saul would die if he stayed where he was, but Saul didn't want to risk staying here either.
The stairwell was already in a sorry state, the steps up were all broken and collapsed into a puddle of hills.
Algae stepped forward and curled around the handrail on the second floor.
Saul, on the other hand, scanned the floor for debris as he was carried up to the second floor.
The staircase where Victor had been turned into a large crater, with no blood stains or limbs visible to determine if he was dead or alive.
At the same time, the body of Kron that was originally lying on the floor and Swann, who only had the upper half of his body left, had both disappeared, and it was unknown if they had been eaten by Ralph in passing.
With the help of Xiao Zao, Saul flew all the way up the wall and raced against time, finally leaping up to the second floor before the ground on the first floor began to sink.
Boom–
A loud bang came from behind him, and Saul was unsteady on his feet, nearly being shaken down.
With that loud bang, the thin sound in Saul's ears grew stronger again, while the doll on his chest gained a few more cracks, and the fire in the doll's brain began to grow dim.
He clutched the doll tightly to his chest and ran deeper and deeper into the porch.
Algae rushed ahead, darting in and shattering the window of the balcony in front of him, and Saul ducked his head and dove into the storm.
The cold rain hit Saul's face and body, and behind him more and more cracks spread up the balcony, and the ground began to collapse in the distance.
At the last moment, Saul leapt out with one foot on the balcony railing!
Boom!
There was another loud bang.
The entire castle behind Saul dwarfed.
The huge impact from the collapse brought up a strong air wave that swept across Saul's back, and countless stones hit Saul's body.
Xiao Zao, who had no place to borrow strength in the air, kept waving his tentacles in the air, and finally hooked a tree branch before Saul landed on the ground.
Thor adjusted his posture in the air and barely landed on his feet. Together with Algae's upward pull at the critical moment, Sol finally landed on the ground without any injuries.
He smoothly did a forward roll to remove the impact.
However, a crunching sound suddenly broke through all the noise and went straight into Saul's heart.
As if on cue, he lowered his head just in time to see the entire body of the little mannequin tethered to the black rope shatter, the broken pieces rolling down his skin, some falling to the outside of his collar.
All that was left was a wooden spike lodged in Saul's skin.
Sorry I'm late, I've been working overtime for the past two days, so chapter two might be at night
(End of chapter)